“Make the choice; to be comfortable or to be alive.”

Wisdom is the most expensive thing in existence.

Your pupils expanded like twin universes, engulfing my emptiness.

If the wind itself turned to silk, singing ballads in my lungs, it couldn’t even hope to match the softness of your touch.

Oh, you fool. You turned cold and stopped loving when the world needed it most.

The warmth is spring is near. It smells of hope and cheer. The budding bulbs of daffodils will end the endless fear.

Sunshine comes after rain. Rain comes after sunshine. Joy and sadness remain in an eternal back and forth. Such balance hold the world in place.

I trust the universe. If we exist for each other, time will bring is both back to our beginning.

I sacrificed you for life, hope, optimism. Do you expect me to regret that?

You are a question that I’ll never know the answer to.

We are gardens. We flourish and grow. Despite the rain, despite the snow.

I’ve learned the difference between being a good person and being a popular.

The hardest goodbyes are the ones you never got to say.

My dearest contradiction. You are soft and obliterating, like the moon’s glare upon a sinner.

I’d prefer to wield a rose than to wield the gun.

We parted sadly, like children in the street on a pleasant june afternoon.

I ache and long and feel in a language older than ours; one without words or phrases, consisting only of melancholy.

Adventures are all very well in their place, but there’s a lot to be said for regular meals and freedom from pain.

Adventure runs on all sorts of whiskey.

In civilizations without ships, dreams dry up, espionage takes the place of adventure and the police take the place of corsairs.

My appetite for life has returned.

I have to believe that ahead of me are entire adventures waiting to be lived, for the sun hasn’t abandoned me yet.

The adventures are calling, and I’ll go; taking the unexplored roots; planting myself in the unknown.

Without question, you have been the greatest adventure of my life.

Hurricanes and airplanes, we fly higher than the end of time.